The god forsaken rifleman stands rigid at the barThe kids discover victims in the rubble and the tarThey're married to ambition to the slogans of the warSlogans that used to be scrawled on the wall and written in the heart

A woman bows to Mecca and she struggles to her feetIt's better since the president took shooting off the streetShe pictures all the poverty the cursed hold warThe pictures that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart

The elders make a promise and they forge it in the fireThe general's car is sabotaged, four bullets in the tireWith the burning of the words there goes the scorching of the heartThe words that used to be scrawled on the wall are written in the heart